Previous Part: Riya’s Journey from my Girlfriend to Genie
The year 2019
I was married to a girl in arranged setup and dealing with the marital issues nowadays couples generally face. We were too focused on our respective jobs that it was taking a toll on our personal life. Daily fights and focus on improving our account balance were so high that there was almost no room for intimacy.
I used to commute by metro. I was living in an upscale residential area, and my office was not so far. Once while commuting, I saw someone, and all the past events came as a flash in front of my eyes. A cute and docile girl was sitting across from me.
I noticed her. But she was so engrossed in her phone that she was not even turning her head. I recognized her and thought to talk to her. But I stopped myself and started scrolling through her Facebook profile. From her profile, I see she is married and has a son.
When we changed the train, I messaged her on Facebook. She replied positively. Initially, she acted as if she could not recognize me. But at last, she responded properly. Then she told me she got married 3 years back and she is happy in her life. I told her she was still young and fresh, like in those days.
We exchanged our numbers, and I asked her if we could meet. She agreed, and we met in a café near Qutub Minar. We had our coffee, and she spoke about how she felt when I left her. Her husband is not at all career oriented. Her in-laws are also not at all supportive.
Her husband leaves her at home for office trips, and she is constantly troubled by the behaviour of her in-laws. While leaving, I hugged her, and we said goodbye and promised to be in touch. At night I was working on a project and saw my telegram message from her.
Her: Hi.
Me: Hi! Awake this time?
Her: Yes, the baby is sleeping. My husband is not in town. Neend nahi aa rahi mujhe. (Not feeling sleepy.)
Me: Huh! Unlucky husband. Aisi wife ko koi chorkar kaise ja sakta hai. (How can anyone leave such a wife?)
Her: Don’t talk about him. You tell me, how is your life going?
Me: Boring, normal life, saving money to buy an apartment.
Her: How is your relationship with your wife?
Me: Jaisa husband wife ke beech hota hai. (Normal.) Kabhi jhagda kabhi pyar. (Sometimes love, sometimes fight)
Her: Sabka aisa nahi hota. (Everyone is not like that.)
Me: I can understand. But like I said today, why don’t you try to get more physical with him? Shayad kuch improvement aaye. (Maybe things will improve.)
Her: I tried, but he is useless. My life is hell. I want to spend some time alone.
Me: Why don’t you take some time off?
Her: I did, but these responsibilities and expectations of the family are killing me.
Me: I can understand.
Her: My husband doesn’t participate an inch in chores. He earns good but spends on drinks and parties.
Me: He is not responsible.
Her: He is an idiot.
Me: I must say he is. Else who would enjoy outside when he can enjoy at home with you?
Her: Acha, tum hote to kya karte. (Ok, what would you do?)
Me: Wohi, jo hum pehle karte the. (The same as we used to do before.)
Her: I forgot. Let me try to sleep. Good night.
Me: Ok. Good night.
After two days in the morning, I received a text on telegram.
Her: Hey, good morning.
Me: Hi.
Her: Office?
Me: Yes. Like any other day.
Her: I had a huge fight with my husband. I am having a bad start to the day.
Me: Oh. Lunch mein milo, coffee par. (Meet me at lunchtime for coffee.)
Her: I can’t focus on work. I am on leave today. I have booked a room to pamper myself and relieve this stress.
Me: Oh, no problem, we can meet some other day.
Her: Can you come to the hotel? I want a shoulder to cry on.
Me: Sure. Send me details. I will join you after 2 pm.
Her: Ok. Lemon Tree, Aerocity.
I could not see someone sad for so long. So, at her request, I agreed to meet her. I thought I left her then, so this is the least I can do. I reached the hotel, and she gave me the room number. I went into her room. She was lying in bed. It was February, so she was in her warm clothes.
But her face has not changed a bit. Her lips were shining in red lipstick, and her hairs were open. Just when I kept my bag on the table, she hugged me from behind.
Her: Please give me some moment of happiness.
I was shocked at this. Because after my marriage, I didn’t even hug someone so tightly other than my wife. But I don’t know what happened to me.
Me: (Holding her face in my hand) What happened, baby?
Her: Kiss me, please.
I kissed her. Yes, those soft rose petals are soft like those good old days. But this time we were in a hotel. We both are married to other people. It was so good. I went so high that I started undressing her. She also loosened my denim. In a fraction of time, she was sitting naked.
i was exploring her boobs, neck and lips with my tongue. She loved it when I sucked her boobs and asked me to be rough with her. I asked her to be my slave. Not in my wildest dream I imagined she would get ready to be my slave. She sat on her knees and pulled down my trunks.
For the first time, she took my cock in her mouth. She sucked it like a pro. She was rubbing my balls with one hand, and the other was holding my dick. She was licking my dick. This experience was so good that after 10 minutes, I shot all my load in her mouth.
She took it in her mouth and spat it on the floor. I apologized, but she said, “You are my master. You can do anything with me.” Saying this, we cuddled for a bit, and I was hard again. Just when I entered her, I thought I shouldn’t do it. I pulled out, dressed and stormed out of the room without saying anything.
She called and asked what had happened. I said we are married and we shouldn’t do this. This is unethical. She started crying over the phone. I went back to the room and found her crying. She hugged me and said how much she loved me and missed me. Saying this, she melted in my arms.
I undressed. I fucked her hard. She was so happy after our session that she asked me if she could be my genie. I said what that is. She said whenever I wanted. I can have her. I thought she was lying. I patted her back, kissed her, and we slept for one hour. Then we dressed and headed for our home.
After this, a new chapter of life opened in front of me. I told her that I could not give her time like before. But definitely, we can meet and satisfy our lust. She was happy with this. So I tried the genie thing for once to check if she had kept the promise.
Me: Hey.
Her: Yes, sweetie.
Me: You know I wish to get a blowjob.
Her: You naughty! Meet me after the office in my office parking.
Me: Cool.
I parked my car in front of her office and went to her parking area. It was 7 pm, and her car was parked on the corner. She asked me to hop in and drive to a nearby under-construction mall. I followed her command.
She opened her long hair and kissed me. She started unzipping my pants and started stroking my dick. I was under the spell of her charm. Then she took my penis in her mouth and gave me one of the memorable blowjobs.
Me: Wow! You are a pro. Do you like tasting my sperm?
Her: No, not at all. I hate it.
Me: But I love to fill your mouth with my sperm.
Her: Maine roka to nahi tumhe karne se. (I have not topped you from that.)
Her words and statements always won my heart. I couldn’t believe my luck. For two years, we used to meet almost every two weeks (except lockdown), sneak out of the office for 2 hours and fuck each other. We have tried 20+ hotels in Delhi and Gurgaon.
She was a genie to me. Whenever I wanted sex and a blowjob, she was there. In those 2 years, we came quite close physically, not emotionally. She used to share how her boss is fucking colleagues in her office. She is getting many proposals for sexual relations, but she is not interested.
She became more demanding of sex, and we started to have fights. It is difficult to sneak out of the office frequently just for sex. Then one day, while I was licking ice cream from her shoulders, I asked her if she was interested in some guy. Then she could have him.
Her: I don’t sleep around with anyone.
Me: But time is a constraint for me.
She held my dick.
Her: Fuck me first. I am dying for this fat cock.
I fucked her by rolling her legs till her head. What a view that was. And in the heat of the moment, I missed the spot, and it entered her ass.
Her: O fuck! Stop, Stop!
I liked her yelling and crying. She curled her toes, and I increased the pace. She started turning her head here and there. I could feel liquid dripping from her ass.
Finally, I pulled out my dick and came on her stomach.
Her: I will leave you if you do this again.
Me: But it was fun.
Her: Fine. You prioritise your fun but don’t care about spending time with me.
With time, I know it is not easy to manage everything at this stage of life. Especially this kind of relationship. But I stood by her and insisted she is livelier and try making new friends. But she refused to get seduced by any other man.
But deep down, I knew that it was not tough to get into her. Once I was drinking with my friend. He shared his list of affairs and how he wanted to try something new.
Me: Hey! Do you remember Riya?
He: Yes, your ex, na. I know she was good.
Me: I met her a few days back.
He: Don’t tell me you are fucking her again?
Me: Nahi re, but I felt she needs a friend. You know that I have little time left to do anything after the office. So, we are just talking. I think she needs a friend.
He: You can introduce me.
Me: I know, but I hope you don’t do anything stupid with her.
He: Na, just normal chat.
But I knew he was a fucker and would surely lure her into his trap. I proposed the idea of friendship to her. She knew my friend as she had met him 2 – 3 times when we were together.
Me: You remember Siddharth?
Her: Your friend?
Me: Yes.
Her: Yes, I do. Why what happened to him?
Me: Nothing. A few days back, we were drinking, and I told him I had met you.
Her: So?
Me: He was asking me for your number. He wants to talk to you.
Her: It’s been ages since we have spoken.
Me: Yeah, but he is a good man. If you want you can talk to him.
Her: Is he married?
Me: No (though he is married)
Her: Ok. You can give him my number. I hope this is not some trap for a threesome. LOL!
Me: No, baba! But it’s a good idea.
Her: Hurr! A big no for threesome. Though if he wants to talk, then you can share.
I gave her number to Siddharth, and they started chatting. But there was a catch. Siddharth is too lazy, so he asked me to make a secret id, which is not on the radar of her wife. I did the same.
Siddharth is careless enough not to change the password. So from day 1, I was keeping a tap on their chats.
Every human has physical needs. Everyone wants to be cared for, loved and feel special (at least for someone). Read in the next part how Siddharth made her feel loved and wanted. This led to opening a new door in our lives.
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